The 24th letter to you. So, what is the meaning of my existence? I ponder long and hard, yet I still find the mind fascinating to be able to hold so many thoughts and ideas. It’s like a vast expanse of blue sky with no boundaries. Where do I start and where does it end?  I have such high expectations of myself that healing becomes a task, as if the goal I set needs to be achieved overnight. The fact that changes happen over time is far beyond my expectation, as if the world would collapse if I couldn’t see the results I want immediately, what a pipe dream. Of…